Stormy skies looking over a canyon river, flowing smoothly through rock-hewn walls, beautifully expressed in dimensional facets throughout.
Sliding my mind across waters, gently rippling in a morning breeze.
Soaring above, looking down, enjoying everything I see and feel in sight.
Loving the gentleness of God's beautiful nature in His artistic landscapes, made to perfection, a faithful expression of who He is.
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